I hate that I feel I should begin this with a definition of beauty. We know it when we see it. The kaleidoscope of amber and gold a sunset paints across the sky. A horse running. Wind through tall grass. The sound of laughter. Dodging social interaction earlier today, I stumbled across a line of poetry so beautiful I stopped and read it again three or four times, just to savour the words in meaning and sound. When real, objective beauty is set before us, we know it well. 

It’s an important subject and one I cannot and likely never will do more than brush the surface of. But in any case, quite a number of sources aligned to make me think a great deal about legalism lately. Coincidence seems increasingly unlikely. So here are a few reflections on what has become a very important topic to me.